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I had heard from my parents that my mother’s cousin John had passed away. It was expected as he had been sick with cancer for several months. He was eighty-five. My folks were close to John and his wife Donna in retirement and would often have dinner together, and the men would play golf, especially when wintering separately in Palm Springs.While our families were not close when I was a child, John and his family moved to town when I was eighteen. I was kind of excited since all of my first cousins had moved out of town for college or to get married. John had three kids, my “second cousins,” two girls and one boy, all about my age. The oldest was the daughter Corey, my age, Ryan, two years younger, and Lisa, four years younger.A few days after I had heard the news of John’s passing, I was at my craft beer taphouse on Friday afternoon with my buddies when in walked two attractive women about my age. Being single I took a quick glance and went back to the group conversation. About a minute later I noticed them sitting down at the table next to us.“Scott, is that you? Scott Miller?” said the stunning blonde.All of my buddies looked at her, and then at me. As I turned, I saw the brunette and I realized who these two women were, Corey and Lisa, my second cousins.“Corey and Lisa!” I said as I stood up.Both Corey and Lisa rose from their chairs, and I hugged both ladies. As I sat back down, I quickly introduced the women to my friends and explained the family connection.“So, Bill must be your uncle, right?” said Bob.Lisa replied, “Yes.”I then told the ladies how three of the five guys at my table all lived a few doors away from escort kocaeli her Uncle Bill, John’s younger brother. I excused myself from my buddy’s conversation and pulled my chair over to talk with my cousins.I told them I had heard about their dad’s passing and expressed my condolences, asked how Donna was doing, and inquired if Ryan would be joining them for drinks. Ryan lived in town, and I’d run into him and his wife occasionally.Corey, Lisa, and I talked for about ten minutes when Corey told me she was recently divorced. Having gone through the process five years prior I told her I understood, and if she’d like to talk just give me a call. I handed her one of my business cards that had my cell phone number listed.Another forty minutes later I told the ladies that I had to leave as I had plans to meet other friends that evening.“Can I join you?” said Corey. “I’ve been with mom for four days and now that Lisa is here, I need to get out of their house.”“Gee, thanks,” said Lisa sarcastically.I pondered Corey’s request, “Sure, I don’t see why not.”“Great! What’s the plan?” she inquired.“Well, I was just going to meet them downtown for drinks at 7:00 pm, but why don’t we go to dinner? I’ll run home, change clothes, and then come back here to pick you up.”“Why don’t you pick me up at the house? Lisa and I will walk back, and I’ll freshen up,” said Corey.Flash forward and I was soon knocking at Donna’s door. Corey answered and I could see Donna in the family room. I gave Donna a hug and told her how sorry I was to hear about John’s passing.Corey and I went to dinner at a downtown steakhouse, and I learned the details of kocaeli anal yapan escort her divorce. She found out her husband was having an affair with a co-worker for several years. She was devastated. We talked about our kids, where they went to college, and what they were doing as they were all now in their late twenties or early thirties.Several people I know stopped at our table to say hello and I’m sure they all thought I was on a hot date with the blonde beauty, but I made sure to tell them she was my cousin. I left out the depressing part about her father’s passing.I must admit, Corey looked fabulous. For a woman of fifty-six, she was in great shape. She was five-eight tall without heels, a perfect size eight, with 34D breasts. Her blue eyes sparkled and went great with her long blonde hair. I did think to myself several times, “Boy, I’d love to fuck her.” We definitely had chemistry.We met my friends at a “dueling piano” bar and had a fun evening. As I dropped her off at her mom’s house, I got out to give her a hug as my Mercedes SUV idled in the driveway. She thanked me for entertaining her and “breaking me away from my mother.”We embraced in a nice hug that I thought went a tad too long. When we began to move apart, she kissed me on the lips. And then again. I jerked back and I could see the look on her face.“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. We’re family,” she said.A bit confused I said, “No, it’s ok.” All I could think about was wondering what her intentions were.“You’re really a great guy Scott,” Corey said as she turned and walked up the path to the izmit yabancı escort front door.I drove home with a huge erection that I rubbed most of the way home. I was still confused when I arrived home. I poured myself three fingers of Woodford bourbon and turned on the tv. Not five minutes later my phone rang. The number had a Seattle area code. Corey lives in the Seattle area.“Hello?” I said.“Hey, it’s Corey,” she said.“I thought it might be you based on the area code,” I confided.“About that kiss,” she said, “Between my divorce and dad passing away I’ve been under a ton of stress. I just wanted to thank you for such a nice evening.”“Corey, are you sure that was all. In retrospect, we flirted all night long. Both of us,” I said.“You’re right. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but the more you flirted with me the more I flirted with you,” she said. “Can I ask you something personal?”“Uh, sure,” I said.“When was the last time you were with a woman?” she asked.“It’s been a while. About six months I guess,” I replied honestly.“Eleven months for me. I haven’t been fucked in eleven long months,” she confided.“Are you wanting to…” I said before being cut off.“Maybe. I don’t know. Not tonight,” she said. “How about phone sex?”Before I could answer, she continued, “I’m in bed with my vibrator. Talk dirty to me. Tell me how you’d kiss me, lick me, suck me, and fuck me.”I was now rubbing my cock again through my khakis.“I saw the way you looked at me. I know you want to fuck me,” she said seductively.“I do. You’re so beautiful. You have a perfect body,” I told her.“Stroke your dick for me,” she commanded.Over the next ten minutes, Corey and I talked dirty to each other as we played with ourselves. I told her how I wanted to eat her pussy and then fuck her in doggy, while she told me she would lick and suck my balls while stroking my cock. We both agreed upon doggy style.“Oh shit, I’m going to climax,” she said.
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